Dodging branches, trying to avoid thorns and briers.
It's 24 degrees, and my fingers have turned any icy red, begging for the warmth of mittens that I've left in the house.
Birds' songs fill the tall pines and oaks and cedars; they're high above me, basking in the lovely created world.
Winds whip about my face but sun shines hard, warm, bright...
Today, I'm feeling the urge to go deeper...
To find the beauty...
Something catches my eye, and I bend down, pushing aside a thorny vine, to get a closer look.
There, illuminated by sun's rays, lies a moss-covered stone.
Lush palette of green, reaching ever-upward from earth to sky, seeking growth and warmth.
Wanting more, I lean closer.
Taking time to watch...
It's always here, you know. This moss on this cold stone.
But I have never really seen it.
Not like this.
And all it took was desire and time.
I stand up, gazing about, searching for more detail to discover.
It's all around me, this beauty in the depth and details.
This beauty, that even in the bleakness of winter, thrives.
It begs me to worship its Creator.
To find His gifts.
#336 Undeserved forgiveness
#340 Courage to share
#345 Friend requests
#346 Political discussions with students
#348 Joy from snow flurries
#350 Classical music
#355 Morning light